When Bertie Wooster goes to Totleigh Towers to pour oil on the troubled waters of a lovers' breach between Madeline Bassett and Gussie Fink-Nottle, he isn't expecting to see Aunt Dahlia there—nor to be instructed by her to steal some silver. But purloining the antique cow creamer from under the baleful nose of Sir Watkyn Bassett is the least of Bertie's tasks. He has to restore true love to both Madeline and Gussie and to the Reverend Stinker Pinker and Stiffy Byng—and also confound the insane ambitions of would-be dictator Roderick Spode and his Black Shorts. It's a situation that only Jeeves can unravel. Best known as the creator of Jeeves—the impossibly wise, supremely well-mannered gentleman's gentleman—and Wooster, his unflaggingly affable but bumbling employer, P.G. Wodehouse invokes the very British spirit of a bygone era in a gentle satire that, as Evelyn Waugh puts it, "satisfies the most sophisticated taste and the simplest."